For Jen, on her return to the United States
I suspect I will spend
life watching my favourite people
get on planes
then writing about it.
We all have our themes.
It’s what we writers do.
When you go, you take a piece of Swansea with you.
Sure. You aren’t from here either.
But I see people as signifiers, metaphors;
chapters in a book I’ll write later.
Who else will remember the drunk old man
in the corner of Uplands Tav shouting about how
we were too young to know anything
and the volumes of eachothers poetry we
sliced up and re-sected ‘til they were done?
This won’t become a list of inside jokes
because that would be too easy, my
crooked grin at the look on your face as you
tell me I’m busted.
When you go I will write something;
its what we writers do.
And, after all,
there are airplanes involved
and I’ve gotta stick to my
When you go,
I’ll buy you a drink you don’t want,
Make a few jokes too many,
They’ll be pretty tasteless
And you’ll tell me